Desribed as militant
By those with no desire
To sustain what no longer
Defines them as "them"
Peace is a reality
Until one attempts to take
My ablity to say
What i choose to say
And to do as i feel
Who else to define
My destiny, but this
Own inner instinct
Suppressed by society
And structure at large
But this same structure
Is not indefinite, nor
Invulnerable....
Upheld only by those
That are allowed to do so
Power relinquished
Until the breaking point
In which we regain everything
We have lost.
Death met, a worthy adversary
In the next, there is nothing higher
Than victory amidst overwhelming opposition.